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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

3:41PM - A deathmarch without dancing...

[info]ulthar_kitty gets first dibs, but I might as well ask everyone. Does anyone want to invent me some ballroom dances? They have slow and fast waltzes (for which I need a different name), closed figure and free, but I need some more formal and intricate group dances--like a variant on pavanes, maybe. Any ballroom dancers out there who want a spot in my acknowledgments page?

Current mood: stressed
Current music: :Wumpscut: - Tomb

4:31PM - physical achievement updates

I had an awesome climbing session last week in which I climbed 4 5.9s and a 5.8+ (which is about a mid-level climb, for those of you who don't climb at a gym). So I was feeling really proud of myself, since this is mad progress for me, until THIS week, when I climbed my first 5.10! Granted it was just a 5.10a, but I feel really awesome for making it up that wall all the same.

I've also had a number of really good runs this week and last. I'm still doing short distances, only 2-5 miles, but I've been enjoying the nice fall weather, as well as no longer feeling the pressure of marathon training. I can just run because I love it! I also figured out that I may have to become an afternoon runner in the fall/winter, because when I wake up, my allergies are ridiculous and I can barely breathe. But within a few hours the congestion decreases, so I'm good to exercise. Part of me wants to whine but I like being a morning runner! however this seems to be the best solution for now, even if I lose hardcore points for not running before dawn.

The Great Lakes Belly Dance Convention is this weekend--color me excited! It's rare that I get to take classes anymore.

2:30PM - any sufficiently advanced nazi is indistinguishable from an internet kerfuffle

annnnnnnnnnnd I have now loafed the bread and set it to rise, roasted tomatillos and onions and chilis and garlic to make green chili to freeze, made and consumed ANOTHER pot of tea...

and written 1804 words, which brings me to the blessed number 10,010, or... a tenth of a book.

Yeah, I'm pretty proud of myself.

And Word knows "shibboleth." Just for the record.

Mean things: the kids a re fighting, Danilaw is trying to be a good leader, Godwin's Law.


10010 / 100000 words. 10% done!

And now I will listen to Morning Edition, bake that bread, eat something, and go climbing.

Current mood: awesome
Current music: Morning Edition

2:23PM - Realms of Fantasy: Yearly Summary

Over on his blog, Rich Horton has posted his yearly summary of Realms of Fantasy.

He cites the following stories as his favorites:

--"Sails Above Greesea" by Adam Corbin Fusco

--"Digging for Paradise" by Ian Creasy

--"Narrative of a Beast's Life" by Cat Rambo

--"Joy is the Serious Business of Heaven" by David Levine

--"The River of Three Crossings" by Richard Parks

--"Name Day" by Garth Upshaw

He also mentions the following authors for having produced good stories: Tanith Lee, Ben Francisco, Jay Lake, William R. Eakin, Dirk Strasser, and Richard Parks again.  Congrats to all of the authors!



2:04PM - Twitterated


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1:47PM - It makes you wonder what's going past my office, every day!

A train came past, a little while ago, led by five (!!!) engines.

Ten minutes later, it was still (!!!) going past.

I joked that I was glad I wasn't at any railroad crossing in Bloomington, as it was long enough that it was probably blocking every single one. (It was moving relatively quickly, too.)

Not one minute later, my coworker exclaimed, "OMG, I think this was the thing that just went past!" She pointed to this news report (video) about a mile-long train parked somewhere up near Indianapolis for a week, distressing the locals because it was loaded with shipping containers marked with "explosives" and signs indicating that it belonged to the U.S. military.

Apparently, it was sitting idle because there was a problem with the "manifest".

12:35PM - in your underwear typing



813 words. 981 to goal.

Current mood: amused
Current music: MC Frontalot - It Is Pitch Dark

11:37AM

Being reminded as I tap away this morning that some vast percentage of constructing a narrative is getting the transitions in the right places (even on a paragraph and sentence level) and the narrative energy and line of direction flowing. Getting the horses pulling in the right direction is only half of it. There have to be traces connecting them to the thing to be pulled.

Also, it's all about the goddamned verbs.

Current mood: busy

11:15AM - may their peace be deep

Thank you, to everyone who is or has served in the armed forces. I wish you well, and I wish for a day when you can all go home and raise cabbages.

“I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

“It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one and another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.

“Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ dDy is not.

“So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things.

“What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.

“And all music is.”


             --Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut, 1973


Current mood: thoughtful
Current music: John Gorka - Let Them In, Peter

2:21PM - The Murder Re-Enacted

posted by Neil
The Graveyard Book just won a literary award, which never gets old, and this one came with a medal, and also with a cheque. I thought, Hm. I have to get myself something with the cheque and I have to do it immediately, otherwise it will simply vanish into the day to day bank account of life, and I will never look at anything and go "Ah, that is the thing I got with my Graveyard Book Award."

So I bought this. It's "The Murder Re-Enacted":


It's an E. H. Shepard illustration (he's most famous for illustrating Winnie the Pooh) from Kenneth Grahame's book The Golden Age. Kenneth Grahame wrote The Wind In The Willows, the story of Mole and Rat and Badger and of course, Mr Toad, also illustrated by Shepard.

I once read an essay by A.A. Milne telling people that, of course they knew Kenneth Grahame's work, he wrote The Golden Age and Dream Days, everybody had read them, but he also did this amazing book called The Wind in the Willows that nobody had ever heard of. And then Milne wrote a play called Toad of Toad Hall, which was a big hit and made The Wind in The Willows famous and read, and, eventually, one of the good classics (being a book that people continue to read and remember with pleasure), while The Golden Age and Dream Days, Grahame's beautiful, gentle tales of Victorian childhood, are long forgotten.

If there is a moral, or a lesson to be learned from all this, I do not know what it is.

Right. Off to K.N.O.W. St Paul to record the intro bits to my NPR piece on Audio Books, and I will play the Martin Jarvis-read GOOD OMENS on the car CD player all the way there.

7:43AM - we bad.

So far today I have:


  • taken the dog out and thrown his ball for him
  • put away the massive tea shipment that arrived yesterday
  • made tea
  • drunk some of same
  • slowly and mindfully eaten two thirds of a very good muffin (paying attention while eating good food: best meditation available!) (although I like to think other parts of me are enjoying the food even when the ego is checked out)
  • washed a load of dishes
  • kneaded two loaves of bread and put one in the freezer
  • set the other one to rise



It's 7:35.

I am about to yoga, shower, dress, put my wrist braces on and write at least six pages.

I think I may need to sleep all afternoon, or the virtue around here just might rise to toxic levels. Or possibly that was all a catwax of epic proportions.

...but the cats are so shiny now. And if I hadn't made bread there would be nothing for supper!

Current mood: accomplished
Current music: big dog sighs

12:57AM - Whimper the third

2100 words today, leaving me with a -1100 deficit from yesterday and Sunday, but still reasonably on track. My latest sticking point is trying to make up and describe dances, because renaissance dances just aren't doing it for me.

Deathmarch stats:
Sunday - 1300 / 2,000 words
Monday - 0 / 500 words
Tuesday - 2,100 / 2,000 words
Wednesday - 2,000 words
Thursday - 1,500 words
Friday - 500
Saturday - 0
Sunday - 1500 words

I must resist the urge to make a Dragon Age character until this damn b*@k is turned in. The boy is not sufficiently flirting with Zorro the Gay Elf, so I'll have to take matters into my own hands eventually.

Current mood: tired

12:39AM - Gone fishing

(not really, but going to Florida to see the folks, where it's still summer but the internet connection (dial up) sucks. So no messages please. Back online the 18th.)

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

11:32PM

I decided to hurl myself off overhangs today, on the theory that if I not getting lighter, I had bloody better well start getting stronger. So, two attempts at a 5.8 on the 45-foot wall (second time I made about 30 feet of it, but you know, the damned thing is so overhung that when you come off you don't get back on) and then I sent an overhung 5.7 I've done before. As a reward, I decided I was going to do something I had never tried, which I thought was probably too hard for me. A 5.8 in the front corner, with a little roof over it.

Reader, I sent it.

I expected it to be brutal and crimpy and awful at the bottom, but really it was lovely--all balance and technique, and moving your feet around, and your hands are mostly just there to give you things to balance on. Apparently, I climb better than I realized, because I just floated up it.

I fell off scads trying to get over the roof, though. Don't worry. *g*

Going back tomorrow. We'll see if I have any juice.

Current mood: embarrassed

10:45PM

While I was melting butter for the muffins (Chaz's blueberry muffin recipe, modified for orange-cranberry-walnut whole wheat muffins (1) (2)) the microwave attempted to immolate itself.

This is not a tragedy, as said microwave was left behind by the last inhabitants of this residence, and it's old enough that it has rotary dials and wood-grain.

But I am glad I didn't bother cleaning it today.



(1)If it's good with orange extract, it will be REALLY good with orange extract, Cointreau, orange juice, and bitter orange peel. Right?

(2) Yuppie wand blender is good for pulverising the cranberries into the yogurt. I thought they would be a bit much, whole.

Current mood: radioactive

9:44PM - hard SF watch: Earthlight

I just checked out and read the first two volumes of Earthlight, a manga-format comic by Stuart Moore. I liked it... one reviewer called it a mix of teen drama and space action SF, which seems right, and thought it was too fast and heavy on the action, which I can see. The year is 2068, the place is the Earthlight colony on the Moon, whose main function is supporting (and presumably building) power satellites. Panels on the Moon collect power, beam it to satellites, which focus it for beaming to Earth -- which needs 25 terawatts of electricity (today: 1.5 TW) but still has lots of social divisions: "7 billion in poverty", England decaying, Russia and China not places to be. Launch costs aren't mentioned, hopefully much lower. Politics are big: the colony is supported by a 54-country coalition, with many countries being happy to sneak out of paying. "Enburton Corporation" gets mentioned briefly, as a source of new funding. I got a faint whiff of libertarianism early on but it seems to have dispersed; right now I'd call the politics on the grim side of realistic, with no perceivable authorial bias. Well, maybe liberal, given Enburton and what it'll do.

Fridge logic: I just wondered why solar panels would be on the Moon, where they'd get 14-day nights.

There's a mass driver, presumably for launching stuff for satellites.

The characterization seems good, esp. most of the teens. Oh, right! The protagonist, male, has a black father -- who is administrator of the colony, and not a "bull Negro" aesthetic and a white mother. Though come to think of it, the 15 year old protag himself has a shaved head.

So, imperfect but intriguing, and I know some people (James) are desperate for near-future space SF that doesn't totally suck. Lack of libertarianism and He3 should be a plus.

Positive review.
Mixed review.
TOKYOPOP page for the book, with Flash-delivered preview pages. Illegible as is, but you can zoom in.

Interview, which tells me that it's a 3 volume thing but the 3rd hasn't been in print and will be online free in January. Also claims there are mecha, though there haven't been so far, just utility bots. Huh, the artist is involved with Barack the Barbarian.

5:03PM - links

* Stewart Brand of Whole Earth Whatever fame discovers the feminist and environmentalist joys of cities. James is reading through Whole Earth Discipline with comments.

Ever wonder what a rehabilitation-oriented prison system would look like? Norway gives a small clue.
* Visit to a high security prison, which includes Internet access.
* Photos of a low-security prison
* Eco-prison, actually modifications to an existing open prison
* More on what open prison means. It looks luxurious, but it's actually rehab for prisoners nearing the end of their sentence; they start in a more traditional closed prison. (With Internet.) They retain the vote, even in prison, and there was a teleconferenced political debate between politicians and prisoners. 21 years is the maximum sentence. More
* Stats on who ends up in prison. Unsurprisingly: low education, unemployment, mental problems.

* For Fanw: a secular German coming of age rite.

* the missing Republican women legislators

* Anonymous whistleblower says IEA has been lying about oil production, peak oil is nigh.

* Pro-choice Democrats voting for the Stupak amendment
* Failure breeds failure, success breeds success

* Long essay on US high-speed rail. China's pulling well ahead of us. Amtrak's Acela is "high-speed" only by our primitive standards.

* Dangers of the paranoid takeover of the GOP.

4:13PM - In which our celebration is predictably short-lived...

Yes, that's right...

After an unplanned two month hiatus, we return to our regularly scheduled Tide! And there was much rejoicing.

Since it's been so long, it might behoove the audience to review where we last left our heroes:

http://laurelwen.livejournal.com/245894.html#cutid1

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